Jul. O me unhappy! Val. Why, boy! why, wag! how now! what's the matter? Look up; speak. 128 [Swoons. Come not within the measure of my wrath; Jul. O good sir, my master charg'd me Jul. 88 Here 'tis: this is it. [Gives a ring. Pro. How! let me see. 92 96 [Shows another ring. 100 140 I claim her not, and therefore she is thine. 135 I now beseech you, for your daughter's sake, 144 148 Duke. I grant it, for thine own, whate'er it be. Val. These banish'd men, that I have kept withal 152 Val. I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy. Duke. What mean you by that saying? Val. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along, That you will wonder what hath fortuned. 169 Come, Proteus; 'tis your penance, but to hear The story of your loves discovered: That done, our day of marriage shall be yours; One feast, one house, one mutual happiness. 173 [Exeunt. Slen. In the county of Gloster, justice of peace, and coram. Shal. Ay, cousin Slender, and cust-alorum. Slen. Ay, and rato-lorum too; and a gentleman born, Master Parson; who writes himself armigero, in any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation,-armigero. 11 Shal. Ay, that I do; and have done any time these three hundred years. Slen. All his successors gone before him hath done't; and all his ancestors that come after him may: they may give the dozen white luces in their coat. 17 If Sir John Falstaff have committed disparagements unto you, I am of the Church, and will be glad to do my benevolence to make atonements and compremises between you. 34 Shal. The Council shall hear it; it is a riot. Eva. It is not meet the Council hear a riot; there is no fear of Got in a riot. The Council, look you,shall desire to hear the fear of Got, and not to hear a riot; take your vizaments in that. Shal. Ha! o' my life, if I were young again, the sword should end it. 41 Eva. It is petter that friends is the sword, and end it; and there is also another device in my prain, which, peradventure, prings goot discretions with it. There is Anne Page, which is daughter to Master Thomas Page, which is pretty virginity. Slen. Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman. 49 Eva. It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of moneys, and gold and silver, is her grandsire, upon his death's-bed,-Got deliver to a joyful resurrections!-give, when she is able to overtake seventeen years old. It were a goot motion if we leave our pribbles and prabbles, and desire a marriage between Master Abraham and Mistress Anne Page. 60 Shal. Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred pound? Eva. Ay, and her father is make her a petter penny. Shal. I know the young gentlewoman; she has good gifts. 64 Eva. Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is goot gifts. Page. Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a good office between you. Eva. It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak. Shal. He hath wronged me, Master Page. 105 Page. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it. Shal. If it be confessed, it is not redressed: is not that so, Master Page? He hath wronged me; indeed, he hath;-at a word, he hath,-believe me: Robert Shallow, esquire, saith, he is wronged. Page. Here comes Sir John. 112 Shal. The Council shall know this. Fal. 'Twere better for you if it were known in counsel: you'll be laughed at. Eva. Pauca verba, Sir John; goot worts. 124 Fal. Good worts! good cabbage. Slender, I broke your head: what matter have you against me? Slen. Marry, sir, I have matter in my head against you; and against your cony-catching rascals, Bardolph, Nym, and Pistol. They carried me to the tavern, and made me drunk, and afterwards picked my pocket. Bard. You Banbury cheese! 132 136 Slen. Ay, by these gloves, did he,—or I would I might never come in mine own great chamber again else, of seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two Edward shovel-boards, that cost me two shilling and two pence a piece of Yead Miller, by these gloves. Fal. Is this true, Pistol? 164 Eva. No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse. Enter SIR JOHN FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, NYM, I combat challenge of this latten bilbo. and PISTOL. Fal. Now, Master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the king? 163 Word of denial in thy labras here! Word of denial: froth and scum, thou liest. Slen. By these gloves, then, 'twas he. Nym. Be avised, sir, and pass good humours. 116 I will say, 'marry trap,' with you, if you run the Fal. But not kissed your keeper's daughter? nuthook's humour on me: that is the very note Shal. Tut, a pin! this shall be answered. Shal. Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my deer, and broke open my lodge. of it. 174 Slen. By this hat, then, he in the red face had it; for though I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass. 178 Fal. What say you, Scarlet and John? Bard. Why, sir, for my part, I say, the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences. Eva. It is his 'five senses;' fie, what the ignorance is! 183 Bard. And being fap, sir, was, as they say, cashier'd; and so conclusions pass'd the careires. Slen. Ay, you spake in Latin then too; but 'tis no matter. I'll ne'er be drunk whilst I live again, but in honest, civil, godly company, for this trick: if I be drunk, I'll be drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with drunken knaves. 191 Eva. So Got udge me, that is a virtuous mind. Fal. You hear all these matters denied, gentlemen; you hear it. 194 Enter ANNE PAGE, with Wine; MISTRESS FORD and MISTRESS PAGE. Page. Nay, daughter, carry the wine in; we'll drink within. [Exit ANNE PAGE. Slen. O heaven! this is Mistress Anne Page. Page. How now, Mistress Ford! Fal. Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well met: by your leave, good mistress. 200 la! Shal. Ay, I think my cousin meant well. Shal. Here comes fair Mistress Anne. Re-enter ANNE PAGE. 268 Would I were young for your sake, Mistress Anne. Anne. The dinner is on the table; my father desires your worships' company. 273 Shal. I will wait on him, fair Mistress Anne. Eva. Od's plessed will! I will not be absence I will description the matter to you, if you pe at the grace. capacity of it. 276 [Exeunt SHALLOW and EVANS. Slen. I am not a-hungry, I thank you for sooth. Go, sirrah, for all you are my man, go wait upon my cousin Shallow. [Exit SIMPLE.] A justice of peace sometime may be beholding to his friend for a man. I keep but three men and a boy yet, till my mother be dead; but what though? yet I live like a poor gentleman born. 289 Anne. I may not go in without your worship: they will not sit till you come. Slen. I' faith, I'll eat nothing; I thank you as much as though I did. Anne. I pray you, sir, walk in. 294 Slen. I had rather walk here, I thank you. I bruised my shin th' other day with playing at sword and dagger with a master of fence; three veneys for a dish of stewed prunes;-and, by my troth, I cannot abide the smell of hot meat since. Why do your dogs bark so? be there bears i' the town? 301 Anne. I think there are, sir; I heard them talked of. Slen. I love the sport well; but I shall as soon quarrel at it as any man in England. You are afraid, if you see the bear loose, are you not? Anne. Ay, indeed, sir. 308 Slen. That's meat and drink to me, now: I have seen Sackerson loose twenty times, and have taken him by the chain; but, I warrant you, the women have so cried and shrieked at it, that it passed: but women, indeed, cannot abide 'em; they are very ill-favoured rough things. Re-enter PAGE. 315 Host. Thou'rt an emperor, Cæsar, Keisar, and Pheezar. I will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, he shall tap: said I well, bully Hector? Fal. Do so, good mine host. 12 Host. I have spoke; let him follow. [To BARD.] Let me see thee froth and lime: I am at a word; follow. [Exil. Fal. Bardolph, follow him. A tapster is a good trade: an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withered serving-man, a fresh tapster. Go; adieu. Bard. It is a life that I have desired. I will thrive. Pist. O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? [Exit BARD. Nym. He was gotten in drink; is not the humour conceited? 20 24 Fal. I am glad I am so acquit of this tinderbox; his thefts were too open; his filching was like an unskilful singer; he kept not time. Nym. The good humour is to steal at a minim's rest. 29 Pist. 'Convey,' the wise it call. 'Steal!' foh! a fico for the phrase! Fal. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels. 32 Pist. Why, then, let kibes ensue. Fal. There is no remedy; I must conycatch, I must shift. |